Come Back To Me: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 13

It looked like he was evaluating me.

The world began to move in fast motion. Luka's men flew out of the car, the doors to the vehicle opened and I was being pulled out.

"Welcome to my home." Luka said slowly, his eyes staring at me, rather than the castle that lay out ahead of us.

It was colossal. Like Dwayne Johnson's dick.

White wood covered the 6 story colonial style house. Guards were scattered all around the building, six men stood on the roof, at least a dozen covered the grounds, I couldn't begin to comprehend the amount of heavily armed men lay inside.

"Impressed?" A hint of Sinister's cockiness was laced into Luka's words.

"I've seen bigger." I shrugged.

Sinister's house was twice the size. And probably his dick too.

A small smirk toyed at the edge of Luka's tan skin, as he motioned for me to follow him inside the mansion.

The inside did not disappoint. Dark oak lined the walls of the massive halls, expensive looking artwork was hung sparingly.

"So when is this...UOC Ball?" I asked slowly, fidgeting as men came into view.

They were all dressed darkly, their faces and bone structure made it clear that I was in a Russian household. The glint of handguns was clear as I glanced at the dozens of men. The smell of weed was intoxicating,

Luka said nothing, his eyes merely flickered over to mine for a reaction, and when he got nothing, he proceeded through the swarms of men.

We continued walking down a long hallway, before pausing at a gate, Luka swiped a key card, and the gate clicked open.

"These are my...guest sleeping quarters. I trust my men, but not enough to assume that they won't take advantage of a beautiful woman." His voice was low as he paused outside a large door at the end of the hall.

"You seemed to be completely unfazed by this situation." His voice was more questioning than stating.

I shrugged nonchalantly, "I've seen a lot of shit."

That actually wasn't a lie. I had been in situations like this before. I was no longer the girl that would cry and scream and make a scene.

I was now the girl that would burn this place to the ground, just for dramatic effect.

I'm spicy like that.

"To answer your question, the ball is tomorrow evening. I will have someone to tend to your...hygienic needs."

That's so great.

I nodded awkwardly, watching him closely as he opened the door to my room. His eyes continued to evaluate me, I felt like a bug under a microscope.

I paused before I stepped in, "would It be at all possible to make a call?"

He hesitated, before barking out a laugh.

"You must be joking?" His voice was laced with disbelief.

When he saw I was completely serious, he explained.

"I do not trust you, my dear. I trust very few people. Giving you a cellphone, is comparable to giving you a gun to point at my head."

He motioned for me to enter the room.

I was apprehensive, but finally gave in, pushing past the large oak door.

It was a crisp, clean room, with a large frilly bed, a closet, and a bathroom.

It looked like a room where blood stains would be very evident. Guess I shouldn't get my period in this room.

I really hope this bathroom has a toilet seat, I have to make at least one escape attempt.

Lame-ish chapter. I'm sorry I died for a little.

For the past month I've been studying French in Quebec, Canada.

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Working on another, JUICY AS FUCK, chapter right now, I love you all.

-Aleksei